Ross Beach

The North Sea is at its coldest

When winter is wide awake

The waves are so much louder

When they rise crash and break

The swishing of the water

Sweeping up holes in the sand

And taking them back to the sea

As we watched hand in hand

Ross beach is at its finest

When it was just us and the wind

We watched the gulls fly backwards

Laughing as they never gave in

Remember that grey sky imposing

And the sandstorm in the dunes

Covering our eyes, holding on to hats

Watching as the thunderstorm loomed

The race back to the car

Before the hail slapped our face

Both out of breath towelling dry

On a day that I have just traced

©JMcN2015